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To Horace Mann
Wise Caleb1 and Cart'ret, two birds of a feather, Went down to a feast at Newcastle's together; No matter what wines, or what choice of good cheer, 'Tis enough that the coachman had his dose of beer.
Derry down, &e. ii.
Coming home, as the liquor work'd up in his pate, This coachman drove on at a damnable rate; Poor Cart'ret in terror, and scar'd all the while, Cry'd, 'Stop, let me out—is the dog an Argyll2?'
But he soon was convinc'd of his error, for, lo, John stopt short in the dirt and no farther would go ; When Cart'ret saw this, he observ'd with a laugh, ; This coachman, I find, is your own, my Lord Bath.'
Now the Peers quit the coach in a pitiful plight, Deep in mire and in rain, and without any light; Not a path to pursue, or to guide them a friend, What course shall they take then, and how will this end ?
Lo! Chance, the great mistress of human affairs, Who governs in councils, and conquers in wars; Straight, with grief at their case, for the Goddess well knew, That these were her creatures and votaries too,
This Chance brought a Passenger quick to their aid, 'Honest Friend, can you drive?'—'What should ail me?' he said ;
LETTER91.—1 Pulteney: the Craftsman was published under the name of Caleb Danvers. Walpole.
2 In a famous print called The
JHb<iow,Lord Carteret was represented in a fright, wanting to get out of a coach, which the Duke of Argyll was driving furiously. Walpole.